When an adjective becomes a noun,
The human dies.
The body becomes plastic and
The soul becomes powder.
And yet, both are seen as solid threats
In a liquid society.


Differences are celebrated,
As long as they can be easily digested
And detected.


The earth moves,
Land is claimed and tamed and named—
Bodies are too.
Do you care that they had names before you?
Seas can be drawn
And outlines thickened and multiplied,
But souls cannot be vilified.
If I had an eraser, would I use it?
If we had a dictionary, would we?